Crooked I Anthem Ridaz

Chorus (Profitt):<br><br>Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?<br>Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?<br>Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?<br>Midwest (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Who the best (RIDERS!!!!)?<br>Crooked I (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Naptown (RIDERS!!!!),<br>Midwest (RIDERS!!!!)<br><br>First Verse (C-Loc):<br><br>Fools and fellas start bailin` cuz look we quick to blaze somethin`,<br>Keep it hoppin` Lil` Mama, so won`t you quickly shake somethin`?<br>From the projects, to Hollywood, back up in the projects,<br>Slang chickens off in every hood, can`t nare a nigga stop that,<br>Profitt, and C-Loc y`all know you heard of that,<br>I ain`t trippin`, anything movin` boy we gone murder that,<br>Be gone where you don`t deserve to breathe boys, <br>spittin` game to one-time,<br>I hope they got they two cuz bitch I got mine, ya heard me?<br>Steady hollerin` Down South niggas act a fool my nigga,<br>Totin` two twenty-threes, so fuck the rules my nigga,<br>Got a donkey dick to give a bitch the blues my nigga,<br>Like the deep freezer better keep your cool my nigga,<br>Tell your Mom you met the psychopathic madman,<br>And when you come up missin`, tell `em check behind the trash can,<br>May God be wit`cha when I hit`cha with the Mac in the back,<br>Take that you bitch you, and tell Satan that,<br>I did it for my....<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Second Verse (Profitt):<br><br>My Brightwood riders,<br>Hillside riders,<br>Paulfield, Porchscroh, 3rd Ward riders,<br>Four block riders,<br>Southside riders,<br>Two nine riders,<br>Naptown riders,<br>Say damn little put `em up,<br>You swear that you hard enough,<br>Let it be known that you got `em bust,<br>Let it be known that your set get buck,<br>Now who the fuck,<br>Am I? I`m bringin` noise out the Nap,<br>Been hard from the back,<br>Profitt and C-Loc don`t know how to act,<br>Screamin` how you do dat?<br>Terror, from the South of my house,<br>Bring on the Pall Bearer, cuz we takin` hoes out,<br>Indiana playa, you hatin` every bit of that,<br>Which you could get rid of that,<br>We hit you then split you, forget you like 40 get sick wid that,<br>Presidental stat, our town is where it all go down,<br>Me on the track with C-Loc for sure burn it down,<br>Midwest gone get at`cha, pullin` weight like a tractor,<br>And down to get dirty playa if I have to<br><br>Chorus